Not Quite This

Before I dispatched, I drove a trailer of prerun to Newark every Saturday night. We would spot the product, have a nice lunch, then go back to the plant and help on the mains.
One evening there were pylons blocking the driveway to the warehouse. The management company decided to seal the asphalt in front of our warehouse.
Since there was no supervisor available to make a decision,  I made one. I drove there rig over the pylons and into the still soft sealer. Of course it left deep tracks in the sealer.  Then when we got out of the truck, we tracked sealer footprints all through the warehouse.
Being my supervision has always been Monday Morning Quarterbacks,  I was asked about why I didn't drop at the K-Mart about two blocks away. Robert M's smugness went away when I asked about the comics and inserts. How could our carriers get to their product without tromping through the sealer? So, what good would it have done to drop at K-Mart? Um, er, ah.
The next week one of the neighboring business owners came out when I pulled up.He asked about the asshole that drove through the wet sealer. When I told him I was that asshole, he didn't have anything to say. Took the wind right out his sails.